Hollow

I wish I could leave the pages' white,

and have you read the emptiness,

buried in the midst of the lies,

The unspoken words which only cries.

I wish I could scream my pain,

and have you ease the flames,

spurting out in despite of the coldness,

The frozen heart which only resists, blameless.

I wish I could travel beyond the seven skies,

and have you reach for my calls,

whistling out an uncontrolled melody,

The songs of my grief which only pierce gradually.

I wish you could open the doors for me,

And let us rest heavenly.